Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Who Knows?

They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows?
They say one king is doddering and grey.
They say one king is slack and sick of mind,
A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play.

Is Europe then to be their sprawling-place?
Their mad-house, till it turns the wide world’s bane?
Their place of maudlin, slavering conference
Till every far-off farmstead goes insane?

1. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. Sweethearts of the Year
3. What the Miner in the Desert Said
4. The Strength of the Lonely
5. The Perfect Marriage

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